Snow is falling down in drifts;
ever so slowly, my face I lift.
Catching snowflakes on my tongue,
I laugh and feel so very young.
White, crisp, cold, and pure;
Snow from above of that I'm sure.
Cotton tip flakes or some with designs;
Doesn't really matter; its still divine.
Covering the mountain like icing on a cake
looking from afar mt breath it does take.
Frozen lake with skaters atop
twirling and swirling- never to stop.
Snow falling gently, quiet and pure.
There's nothing more beautiful of that I am sure.